Friday, May 09, 2008

a child said, "what is the grass?"


....fetching it to me with full hands.

If you care about Whitman, and about music, buy, steal, download this CD.

I guess the grass is itself a child.

If you care about poetry, and Nick Cave, and harlots, and Emily Dickinson t-shirts, read this blog.

Smile, for your lover comes.
Prodigal you have given me love
therefore I to you give love.
O unspeakable passionate love.


I have such a crush on Kurt Elling!

We also descend, dazzling and tremendous as the sun
We found our own o my soul in the calm and cool of the evening


God bless Fred Hersch....

I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul
my course runs below the soundings of plummet

2 comments:

Tara Marie said...

You will laugh, but I just checked out 'Leaves of Grass' from our local library about a month ago [and just renued it] as my Greta was studing Transcendentalism and realism in honors english and I realized that it had been way too long since I visited with Whitman.

I will go find this music right away.....

and I'm so exicted to think that we might meet this weekend.

Amy said...

That's so cool, Tara! I can't wait to meet you guys...